When I look at the horizon,
I see the eyes that I swore to
always love.
Old lighthouse, I still remember
from you.
How to forget ... how
forget you.
On the hill I contemplate
the cold autumn afternoon.
The sun is setting below
sky red.
I can still feel what I do not
wanted to feel you here
inside of me.
Among the harvest, I can
feel the cold.
You are not anymore
on here.
Stones on the lake. - Tiago Amaral
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